Here in the garden.
Let's play a game.
I'll show you how it's done.
Here in the garden.
Stand very still, this will be so much fun.
And then she smile, and that's what I'm after.
The smile in her eyes, the sound of her laughter.
Happy to listen, happy to play, happily watching her drift away.
Happily waiting, all on my own, under the endless sky.
Counting the seconds, standing alone, as thousands of years go by.
Happily wondering, night after night, is this how it works? Am I doing it right?
Happily listen, happy to stay, happily watching her drift away.
You keep on turning pages, for people who don't care, people who don't care, people who don't care about you.
And still, it takes you ages, to see that no one's there, see that no one's there, everyone's gone on, without you.
Finally something, finally news, about how the story ends.
She doesn't exist now, survived by her son, and all of her brand new friends.
Isn't that lovely?
Isn't that cool?
And isn't it cruel?
And aren't I a fool?
To have, happily listened, happily stayed, happily watching her drift-drift-drift away..
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My hands are now tired. :'D. But I'm bored so I'm gonna do more. :)
